雨淅淅沥沥 ，风飘飘摇摇，星星仍在天空闪耀 。而你，传说中令人心醉的女子 ，又身在何方？
为何前方荆棘满道？穿过吓人的乌云 ，前方会鱼翔鸥飞么？或许前方是一座白房子，很白很白的那种，是纯洁与美丽的完美结合 。在哪儿，花香四溢 ，茶烟缭绕，是天堂么？
春风微微 ，雨丝扬扬。一个人的城市，记忆的夜空，也曾有流星划过 。
也许 ，今天的花儿依旧灿烂，像太阳一样。但昨日耀眼的瞬间，已经锁定了永恒 ，留下的，是七色的彩虹，还是五彩的年轻梦？
戏中 ，人很纯真或成熟；雨中，人很幼稚 。
前方荆棘满途，前方海阔天空，这万分之一的人生该如何诠释 ，这平凡的一步该如何走出 。人这一生该有多少步组成呀？
窗外，月色朦胧。屋里，我手中笔不知何时就已经停下了它的脚步。墙上的风铃不满的发出了呜咽 ，仿佛在发泄心中的不满，又或许在它看来：只需要点点微风，它便能走完未完的步伐 ，并且美丽依旧。人啊，又何必迷茫 。
人生只有数十个春秋，多少绝代的风华已在不经意间消失在被春姑娘遗忘的角落里 。所以我们只需在月色深处静静的看着满天星辰，听听它们述说宇宙亘古的故事;也可以静静的坐在田野里，看着小草奋力的突破土地的束缚 ，体味那一种早已远去永恒。
人生的舞台不停地上演着话剧 ，其中有幸福的，当然大部分是不那么顺心如意的，由此我感悟了人生——迷茫 。
午夜梦回 ，当手中的香烟释放完最后一丝光亮时，你是否会感到冷，心冷。是顾影自怜的洒下许多廉价的泪水 ，还是懊悔早已远逝的没有价值的光阴。
世事无常，人总在不断失去与得到中徘徊，在此中多少英才就此沉沦 。他们迷茫，他们不知所措 ，面对生活早已不复当初的热情。为什么呢？
喧嚣的城市，热闹的大街，汹涌的人群。这些无一不在向我们展示城市的魅力 。可是 ，你曾看清楚他们的表情么？是那么的不敢让人相信，那是一双双多么无神的眼睛啊，这还是生命么？人类或许不该这么进步吧。
梦中依旧是那青青的草坪 ，那充满纯真欢笑的村落，你看见了么？被一片翠绿环绕的田野，田边有美丽的花儿 ，还有那早已远去的希望。
迎风打开夜晚 。远远的，一个人的世界 ，夜的尽头，只有星星是最真实的。
寂静的黑夜，四处笼罩着灰暗的灯光。我也在寻找一种真实 ，握住光阴，否则天空将被夕阳掏空，最后只剩下无尽的黑暗 。
我想说这是否真的缺少真实的星光 ，飞云裹着厚厚的被子遮住了大半的天空。无味的话语在虚空中前仆后继的追随。一只蝴蝶，几束星光包裹在暮色与云层中，仿佛用这温暖的怀抱安排以后的生活 。
由此 ，我爱上了孤傲埋于夜色的滋味。空气摩擦黑夜的声音，天空偶尔出现小鸟的身影,这些跳动的音符舞蹈在我灵感的深处，让我以优美的舞姿体会真实。那是一种写诗的感觉 ，一种自由，一种渴望 。
愿采晨曦之甜爽，在黄昏夜雨中揣摩诗人浪漫的诗心 。心中的风儿牵动黄昏的衣裳，远方蹑手蹑脚的日子渐渐的从树梢中显现出来 ，朦胧了夕阳的面容。面容中几滴泪珠牵动了黄昏细雨，变做飘舞跳跃的音符，激起花儿沉睡的激情 ，花儿在雨中飘落。
（原创：王拓 QQ379878263 西南科大土建学院土木08）
Xike's fourteen poems (seven chapters)
The rain is draped, the wind is shaking, the stars are still shining in the sky. And you, where is the hely drunk woman?
quiet, embarrassing, green, in this green yellow, as if hell is in front.
Is the darkness of your heart? Which gentle and slightly shy woman, which occasionally violent woman.
Why is it full of thorns? Will fish in front of the frightened dark clouds? Perhaps the front is a white house, it is very white, which is a perfect combination of pure and beautiful. Where is it, the flowers are overflow, the tea smoke is lingering, is it a heaven?
There is no heaven and earth to distinguish it until the end of the world.
The spring breeze is slightly, and she is raining. A person's city, memory night sky, has also been scribbled.Maybe, today's flowers are still brilliant, like the sun. But yesterday, the moment, has been locked eternal, left, is a colorful rainbow, or a colorful young dream?
The night sky of the recall, the meteor that slippery is integrated into time and space along the hidden footprint.
After the brilliance is bustling, what will be in the bustling?
What do I want to dedicate to my meteor-like life? The beautiful life.Perhaps it is also a great life.
Tiandi, or go beyond! Freedom, the freedom I yearna, will you come, is it?
Break freely of the binding of the world, I am going to the end of the world.
Tonight, play, play in the rain.
I haven't seen it so much for a long time, and I haven't enjoyed it so much.In the play, people are fake. In the rain, people are true.
The scent of the wine is mixed, it seems to have a point of fairy.余 味 -
floating in the air. Rare rain, unforgettable play.
In the play, people are very innocent or mature; in the rain, people are very naive.
The wind is light, floating, floating in the heart
Unforgettable night, difficult maturity.
Tonight, play, play in the rain.
- Xike (reading "Tonight")
Another endless night, another season .
Front of the thornTuning, the front of the sky, how to interpret this onety of life, this ordinary step how to get out. How many steps have been made in this life?Outside the window, the moonlight is. In the house, I didn't know when I didn't know when I had stopped it. The wind bells on the wall have alert, which seems to be dissatisfied in the venting heart, and maybe in it: only need some breeze, it can go through the end of the end, and the beautiful is still. People, why bother to be confused.
Finally, returned a long time.Finally, dial out the fog in front.
There is only dozens of spring and autumn, how many generations have disappeared in the corner of the Spring girl inadvertently disappeared. So we only need to look at the stars in the middle of the moonlight, listen to the story of the universe; you can sit quietly in the field, watching the struggle of the cracking of the land, the taste A long time has long been eternal.- West Cocker (Night Rain)
away from the seating, leave the confused shuttle, release in the hope of the field.
The life is always smooth, and the sudden setbacks will often change the people's life, so when you take the confused shuttle, will you have a mood to release yourself?
The stage of life keeps playing dramas, of course, most of them are not so good, so I feel that life - confused.
Midnight Dream Back, when the cigarette in the hand releases the last shores, you will feel cold and cold. It is a lot of cheap tears in Gu Ying, or the no value of the no value that has been distorted.
The hustle and bustle of the city, the lively street, the raging population. These are all in order to show us the charm of the city. However, have you seen their expressions? So, don't dare to believe that it is a pair of two ordered eyes, is this life? Humans may not make this progress.Dream is still the Qingqing lawn, the village full of pure laughter, have you seen it? Fields surrounded by a green green, there is a beautiful flower in Tiannea, and there is a hope that has already went away.
There will be many unexpected migrators, and we have the life of this, and conquer this unexpected, far more than naturally given.
Say goodbye, release in hope in the hope!
Wheating the wind opens the night. Far far, a person's world, the end of the night, only the stars are the most authentic.
Silent night, all over the dark lights. I am also looking for a truth, holding the light, otherwise the sky will be hollowed out by the sunset, and finally only endless darkness.
I want to say that this really lacks real starlight, flying a thick quilt covering most of the sky. The odorless discourse is followed in the void. A butterfly, a few bunch of stars in the twilight and the clouds, as if arranged in this warm arms.
From this, I fell in love with the flaws of the night. Air friction, the sound of the night, the sky occasionally appears the bird's figure, these beating notes dance in the depths of my inspiration, let me realize the true dance. That is a feeling of writing poems, a freedom, a desire.
Looking up at the starry sky, the moon is in indifferent to the indifference outside the thousands of miles, and the beauty has a touch of sadness. On the lawn, I am deeply blurred night sky, I have been cold in my bones.Over?
- Xikai (West 7th Floor Top)
The wind is Xiao Xiao, autumn, and understanding so far.I hope that the morning is sweet and cool, and I tried to figure out the romantic poem in the evening rain. The wind in the heart affects dusk clothes, and the days of the far-sighted days are gradually displayed in the treetops, and the face of the sunset. A few drops of tears affect the dusk rain, change the dance of the floating dance, and the passion of the flowers, the flowers fall in the rain.
Looking up, gray sky.
The moon is lost, and the whisper is crying.
Bihai Yourn Night is unforgettable so far, the passion of yesterday, a carved heart, a Cuzi blood, Blue Field, the sun, the sun, such as the sky.
When the sun is no longer rising, I will be alone, and I will sink, I hope to be in the wilderness.
- Spie (Dusk Dragon Mountain)
(Original: Wang Tuo QQ379878263 Southwest University of Civil Engineering Civil 08)
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